Project 313 – Post No. 036

I have a couple of semi-deep subjects I’m mulling and ideas are swirling around the vast empty halls of my mind, but I’m not yet ready to wrestle them onto figurative paper. 

Just as well as I’m trying to knock one of these out in roughly ten minutes. 

I know it’s a major disappointment to many who look forward to the wisdom, perspective, and insight I offer on the human condition and society as a whole. 

The perfect solution is to read one of my fiction pieces. Perhaps, THIS one or go way back and read THIS non-fiction piece. Or, if interested in photos, just go HERE and browse around; stay as long as you want. 

Basically, I’m asking you to entertain yourself for a bit while I do other stuff.

And now, the photo:

Project 313 036

I’ve always like that photo but wasn’t sure how to present it. I think having it framed serves it up nicely. 

And now, the cartoon . . . yup, still Willy ‘n Ethel. I’ll switch to Mr. Boffo soon. 

There’s a certain freedom to being a kid . . . these days. In the olden days, you would often be ignored, had to keep quiet, and most transgressions were met with various level of corporal punishment.  

They call that the “good old days” . . . parents do. If they don’t, they often think it. 

I won’t explain it, but this doodle is titled Tribute to Marty Feldman’s Eyes.

Tribute to Marty Feldman’s Eyes

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.


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6 Responses to Project 313 – Post No. 036

  1. Okie doke! Entertaining myself whilst you mull, ponder, swirl, and wrestle! I look forward to the results of all of this!

    PHOTO: Beautiful! The frame is perfect for the colors in the photo!
    CARTOON: HA! Aunt Bess should give a critique back! Elder seniors can get away with the same brutal honesty that kids get away with. Oh…and Ethel needs to smack Willy! HA! :-D
    DOODLE: HA! An eye-opening tribute! I always enjoyed Mr. Feldman! I enjoy several of his movies, but especially Young Frankenstein.

    HUGS!!! :-)


    • disperser says:

      Thanks, Carolyn. I thought so too (about the frame).

      That cartoon is funny but it points to a real problem for parents; a problem I’ve witnessed. Namely, kids repeating things about people that they’ve heard their parents say. It can be interesting.

      Yes . . . poor horses . . .

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  2. Ha! I was the recipient of a good walloping, every so often, when growing up, my brother never got a wallop from our parents, damned if I know why, so I used to wallop him.
    My mother did the walloping, my dad never did, never even threatened one, I suppose it was because he was a committed Socialist ( I was very anti-socialist at that time, only been a left winger the past 35-40 years – my dear ol’ dad would approve Ha!?)
    When do I get my licence to hug?


    • disperser says:

      I was no stranger to physical punishment. Something about me talking back and (although I didn’t know it at the time) being snarky. Also, not going to catechism, not keeping to schedules, and being . . . well . . . me.

      As I mentioned many times, the hugging license is at the bottom of a can of Spam, well enjoyed.


  3. AnnMarie says:

    I did go to SmugMug and browsed a little, as you suggested. I forgot how many treasures are in there! Furs and Feathers is a favorite.

    Your photo is striking in its subject and elegance.


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